today's thunder was intriguing.
or maybe i havent been paying it enough attention.


the little things we do.
deeds seemingly gone unnoticed.
they may bypass verbal acknowledgement.
but the intentions behind tuck themselves snugly within.


in the arms of deliberate sound.
i am cradled away in fluid awe.
with the passing of each harmony's caress.
i lay down my weary mind.


thats the thing about an all-boys school.
especially with the younger ones.
when you step in for the first time to coach.
they whisper, "eh, got girl."
when your fellow coaching assistant is a guy.
they ask outright, "are you his girlfriend?"
very dichotomous.


We are discreet sheep: we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove. We have two opinions: one private, which we are afraid to express; and another one - the one we use - which we force ourselves to wear to please Mrs. Grundy, until habit makes us comfortable in it, and the custom of defending it presently makes us love it, adore it, and forget how pitifully we came by it.
- Mark Twain


what prevents uninhibited expression.
scrutiny and judgement.


did i say that i loathe you
did i say that i want to
leave it all behind.

perfection at 4:50 PM